I could hear the boys starting to stir in their bedrooms in the other part of the house. xx video I hope the boys didn’t hear that,” I gasped. Not because I can’t handle a hex wrench, mind you, and besides, if that was all I needed I could have asked Troy for a hand. “Why don’t you come and sit on Santa’s lap, dear, and tell him all about what you want for Christmas?”
I slid onto his lap and snuggled against his burly frame. “It’s not for the children,” he replied, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Don’t worry,” said Santa. I felt something else, too, rising like a Yule log pressing up against my thigh. Troy is 17, and although I wasn’t about to buy him that giant subwoofer




















